Twas the Night Before Christmas and all through the house, nobody was whining not even the mouse. The kids were in bed after another long day, and dad's on his second hazy I.P.A. A long dark drive back home is always a blast, when kids are screaming about internet lags. Car full of presents, can't see out the back while the headlights behind me pierce through the black. Half the drivers are drunk, I'm in a funk and the entire time I'm hearing my transmission make a weird clunk. How much longer they ask, I just cannot say, they complain it takes too long and I'm done with the day.
But tomorrow they'll be happy, if just for a while, they'll tell me they love me and fake me a smile.. then they'll dart up the stairs to find an iPad to play and I go on cleaning up the mess of the day. The dog will still love me and I'll hide in my bed until a fight breaks open and my face will turn red.
Merry Christmas
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